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Monday, April 30, 2012

Wow, what a week! I am so glad that is over with and I survived, although there was a few times when I wondered if I would.
It all started with (I'm guessing since I never go anywhere) the Fiber Fest I went to last Saturday. Monday evening I noticed a little tickle in my throat, no matter how many times I tried to clear my throat the worse it got. Hubby got up and I told him I think I caught something. He responded with the usual...I better NOT come down sick, cause if I do...I'm going to have to murderize ya. Haha!
By Tuesday my throat was on fire and I was definitely full blown sick. I hardly remember Tuesday or Wednesday, I slept through both days. Thursday was a more alert day but not by much. Hubby called me (as he usually does when he is on his way home) and asks...What is you choice of weapon?
What?
How do you want to die? (scratchy throat voice)
LMAO!!! Your sick?
Knife, gun, bat...?
Stop it! Your killing me! (I was laughing so hard and coughing at the same time.) You forgot to mention laughter!
Later that evening I glance over his way and he is glaring at me.
What?
I love you.
Oookaay. (spooked)
You know the only reason your still sitting there is cause I love ya.
LMAO!!! Good to know! Dodged a bullet on that one.
He lights up and moves like he is going to get up...Bullet you say...that's your weapon?!!!
ROTFLMAO!!!
All in good fun folks, no evilness in this funning.
Friday was 50% better than Thursday and I even managed to get some chores done. I posted the kittens on craigslist and even managed to get all three of them rehomed. On my way home from the grocery store I noticed this car behind me looked alot like our car. I glanced at the clock and it was only 1 pm, I shook my head and told myself it wasn't him but it turned everytime I did. Finally on the last turn I just knew it was him, the poor sick boy was sent home from work.
Spent the last two days watching him sleep and when he is awake.. boy oh boy is he a baby! I sit here wondering if I was that miserable or is it the "men are babies when sick" syndrome. Poor guy, I really shouldn't pick on him but he's so cute and helpless when he's sick.
The only good thing about him being sick is I got two whole days of being the Remote Queen! I'm gonna miss that. LOL!

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Disclaimer...this post is NOT for picking on my brother (I love him dearly), it's just to show how our little convo on facebook got me to thinking.

He shared this: (sorry for it's slight vulgar-ness)

I responded with this: Call me a grammer idiot but what is the point of bothering with "You're"? Why not just write "you are"?

His response: Because... in speech, no one ever says, "You are." You wouldn't say, "Don't forget your gloves, you are going to need them." You would say, "You're going to need them." So in order to correctly quote someone, or to present dialogue realistically, you'd have to use the contraction in order for it to be grammatically correct.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Here is where my brain starts hurting, thinking does that to me ya know.

I am a grammer nightmare! LOL!

The last time I even remember English class was in the 8th grade, but the last time I remember actually listening was in my first year (I did it twice) of 7th grade. AND I'm purty sure I have forgotten most all of that was taught. Notice I didn't say all that was learned, cause who said I learned anything!

I will have to correct my brother though. I DO say "you ARE" to lots of folks, many times but you are right, not all the time. But notice how I say it (like to the hubby)... You ARRE being a butthead or You ARRE going to regret that. My "ARRE" is said in a manner of a warning with an eyebrow raised, voice one octave higher than the rest of the sentence and a drawl of the R.

The thought crossed my mind that since we have a spell check (and believe me, it checks me out ALL the time!), maybe we should have a grammer check or even a punctuation check. Wouldn't that just make alot of peoples day!

AND yes Mr.Spellcheck is telling me I spell grammer wrong. Poo. Everytime I think of writing it g.r.a.m.m.A.r I think of my parents. They still have a lot of the north in them and sometimes the R is so silent you can't hear it, it sounds like grammah. They even pronounce my name as Heah-tha. My "er" was then used on the tail end of my sister's name, which ends with an A. LOL! (spellcheck is really hating me right now!)

BUT here is were my rebellion kicks in. In speech...we do NOT all talk the same. Each region has it's own dialect of the English language, slang words, foreign words and such. So are we to all type the same? If I was to be grammatically correct, all the time and so was everybody else...what would be the point? I would be lost in a sea of drones. But you're lucky cause I don't even know how to be grammatically correct.

If there weren't any "ain'ts, yalls, ya's and a whole lot of bad spelling, improper sentences and misleading punctuations...How would you know it was really me and not some robot? I love being me and having my words reflect ME and the way I talk everyday! The undereducated, country hick girl that I am.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

This morning started with me opening my eyes, looking at the clock and determining it is too early to get out of bed especially considering this is the third time I have opened my eyes already. First at 3, then at 6 and again at 8. I slept 10 minutes more and Taco was at my door barking to be let outside. I grumble in frustration and go ahead and get up. I didn't even make it to the coffee and hubby is grumbling about the mess that Little Boy had made with the living room in his attempts to find a window that he could get out by. I clean up the mess, head to the coffee only to realize that there isn't any!

Get coffee going, head to the bathroom. The litter box is rank, so had to deal with that. Hubby had thrown a large pile of laundry right in the entrance of the bathroom, I nearly tripped over it this morning, so I guess it is going to be a laundry day. Whiskers threw up and as soon as I had that cleaned up, he did it again! Mind you I still haven't had any coffee yet!

All of this has had me going to the trash can a few times, YES the trash can is overflowing and hubby commented that it needed to go out. Sigh (with some grrrrs).

Hubby informs me I have to hurry up and get to the grocery store, he is on his last bit of Sprite. I sigh. I grab a pen and paper and start my list. BIG sigh! I know I have said it a bunch of times BUT "I hate grocery shopping!". The prices depress me.

Hubby also asks me about his dollar coins that I should have picked up at the bank yesterday when I was there but forgot. This throws me over the top and I get snippy at him. SIGH!

I cheat and steal half a cup from the unfinished pot. Quickly do my budget as I swig it down and am out the door headed to the grocery store. I get back and hubby is busy loading the truck with the trash to take to the dumpster. No help this time. Grumble, grumble. As I am still unloading the car, hubby comes back and informs me that the truck is overdue for an oil change. Okay, since I am still on my feet and outside, I'll head on over to the parts store and pick up the oil and filter.

Ohh but first come look at this, the truck is a quart low on oil. This is why I don't want you taking this truck on long trips! AND look at this hose...he touches the hose...gives it a pull and there ya go! I am officially broke down! The hose broke off and guess what...the parts store doesn't carry it! I'm going to have to try to find it from the dealership.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Living in the center of 3 trailers as given me plenty of experience of various types of neighbors. I have good neighbors on one side and have had a slew of bad neighbors on the other side, that is who I will be talking about.

We have been blessed with good neighbors that are quite similar to us. Quiet...no loud parties, no loud music, no fighting.Considerate...I let out a scream and they are right there to see if I'm okay or like the day I ran out of gas and they took me to go get some or the day they stopped by and gave us a pecan pie (man I wish I could cook, I would love to return the kindness).Polite...Always says Hi, talks to us across the fence but not all up in your businessWatchful...we can always count on them to watch over the place when we are gone. They are the perfect neighbors for us.

But now to the other side. This trailer has seen many types come and go.

A couple...Not so clean, the lady was NEVER friendly but the guy was overly friendly, quiet but with cars coming and going all through the night, left owing the landlord lots of money and left the place trashed up.

Another small family...Unfriendly, never even cracked a smile or a wave of hello, lots of fighting, not responsible pet owners, trash all over the yard and also left owing lots of money.

Single mom with one child...Clean, quiet, but not a responsible pet owner and again another unfriendly neighbor. The only issues I had with her was when her boyfriend would come over she would send the boy outside, sometimes well into the wee hours of the night. And another one who left the inside a mess plus owing money.

Another small family... Polite but not friendly, loud music, fighting. They always had trash in the yard and got locked out for owing money.

The latest resident an single mother of two was very friendly but she had people coming and going all the time, all day and all night with music blaring, car doors slamming, just in general a whole lot of noise. Definitely NOT a responsible pet owner! (left the gate opened with a loose mastiff in their yard, that chewed up my chihuahuas when I took them for a walk on the road) She at least admitted she owed money and moved but once again left the place a mess.

I have always wondered why folks move into a place that has been cleaned and fixed up but when they move out they leave it a mess, trashed up and needing lots of repairs. I would be embarrassed to leave a place that wasn't at least close to the way I got it.

If you borrowed a chainsaw and messed up the blade, would you give it back like that or would you replace the blade first? I would soooo replace the blade!

I think we (society) have become so wrapped up in our own little universes, wants and desires, that we forget that we are not the only people our actions affect, especially when living close to our neighbors.

Being a respectful, considerate neighbor takes some of these questions or thoughts:

Is our music disturbing our neighbors? Can the neighbors hear us fighting? Are my children being respectful of our neighbors property? (I have had sooo many toys thrown in my yard, after awhile it gets annoying) Is my yard an eyesore? (so many times I just keep my curtains closed cause I don't want to see the mess next door) If I am going to throw a party this weekend, maybe I should let the neighbors know so they can be prepared or make plans to be gone. My neighbor gets up at 4 in the morning to go to work, so maybe having a loud party in the middle of the week isn't such a good idea.Is my pet and yard secure? Is your pet safe from harm (getting run over or attacked) and safe from harming others who are not on your property? (Passerby's should not have to be worried that your dog is going to be loose and attack them) A Hi, smile or wave wouldn't hurt, being nice to your neighbors CAN be a good thing.

The list could go on and on but I am tired and ready for my nap. Thankfully I don't have any loud neighbors at this time to keep me from getting a nap.

I just wish everyone who has neighbors close by would stop and think of how their lives affect their neighbors lives.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

We all know hubby is very funny... ohhhh yes very funny, hilarious in fact. In case you missed it, that statement was drenched in sarcasm!

It is April Fools! I knew that several times today, it's my nephews b-day, the anniversary of my grandmothers passing, the lot rent is due... It was there in my mind off and on all day...It was when is wasn't that he got me!

There I was sitting there crocheting, needing to get up and stretch my legs. As I was standing there, I thought..hmm some ice cream would be nice. I took 5 steps, just 5 steps and he blurts out...

Where ya going? (It did stop me in my tracks but only cause I was feeling guilty for wanting some ice cream. What I should have thought about was that he never asks me that, I should've been suspicious) To get some ice cream.He gets up out of his chair and stands inbetween the doorway...What kind? Fudge swirl.That's not that kind you gave me last time is it?Me being brain dead said... huh? You know the one that had cream in it.Haagendazs?Yeah that one, I don't like that one.No worries this is a generic brand.Oh good, I'll take some.I go to grab a bowl and only get one.Your not going to get me a bowl?Oh, I'm sorry. I look down at the bowl and realize it isn't even the right kind of bowl. I tell him..Man, I am losing it!He stands there laughing. (should've been a sign but I missed it)

For getting ice cream, I always run the scooper under hot water.

I reach and turn the knob and....

Splash!!!!

I'm sure I let out a little scream from the surprise. I saw the water stream at me and quickly turned off the water. I knew INSTANTLY what had happened, he pulled this on me once before many years ago. Yes he got me! There I was standing there with a soaking wet shirt and this boy was laughing so hard his knees were weakening, he could barely uttered the words...April Fools!

What did he do, you ask?

He put a rubber band around the spray nozzle at the sink!

It may not be April Fools day when he gets is payback, BUT believe me, the boy is getting some payback!!!! I'm a slow thinker which will give me plenty of time to PLAN!